Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. Jack did not advance to meet her. Say something. Sheppard, faintly.
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